I discussed a dream with t the other evening, in the dream I'm on an upper floor of an old building that is crumbling and there is a fire in the bottom floor and I leave my baby with an old woman with white hair because I'm the only one who can go down into the first floor and put out the fire so we can escape. I go put out the fire and go back up and get my baby and we all leave. We are running through a city of very old brick buildings that are falling down and are on fire and it's raining and we're slogging through mud trying to get to higher ground. T said this is an archetypal dream and we are going to work more with it and she asked me to draw an image from the dream. Here is what I drew with pastels actually it was wednesday night. I forgot it was friday!!